Andi's thoughts about being sick

I think I'm going to stop using the term "chronically ill." It really doesn't really describe my life. I'm not ALWAYS ill. Hell all last week I felt great. I left the house every day, did chores, laughed, even had some drinks. This week I haven't had a day where I could walk or talk consistently, or even occasionally even move well enough to get myself comfortable in bed. Let's not even DISCUSS the getting myself to the bathroom thing. So I've decided to call my chronic illness "an Asshole".

How am I doing? I'm an Asshole. Because sometimes I make plans and can't follow through. I'm an Asshole because sometimes I can go out and party hard. I'm an Asshole because sometimes my Assholishness gets in the way of being a good parent. Or wife. Or daughter. Or friend.

I've come to accept that I'm an Asshole sometimes. It's part of who I am. But it's better to be an Asshole part time than full time, and in that I am incredibly lucky. Moreover I'm blessed that my husband, kids, family and friends don't care that I'm an Asshole. They love me anyway.